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"I torched a bunch of Thalmor that followed her." Mathias said, motioning to Alex.
As he relaxed, Alex asked about the manuscript, then opened it and handed it back. He glanced over the page, reading lightly. "First Era, year 675, the Dragon project." he muttered under his breath. "Tonal Architect Navezkhal has said that the Vaalsark Project is a success. We've managed to create a new race, one that can withstand the mystic attacks used by our enemies, one that can wield swords and axes heavier than our own warriors can lift. He believes that by adding Vulthuryol's blood to the mixture, he could grant the Vaalsark the Nords' greatest weapon: the Thu'um." he continued, then chuckled.
"Kagrenac was always one to be forward thinking." he said, looking up from the book, before going back to reading. "The Project seems to be a success. Only time will tell, but he seems stronger." Mathias flipped a few pages forward. "The Dragon project is alarming. Not just is he physically growing bigger than the other Vaalsark, his power is alarming. He cast a magma sphere out of mild irritation and ignited three Falmer. While it wasn't a loss, it is a little startling to see a Vaalsark with little mystic talent suddenly casting master level spells." He smiled. "I remember that. I dropped my puzzle cube and three Falmer attacked me. I set them on fire with the only spell I could think of."
"We've made our decision. We're going to apply a magicka block on him. We have to. The Altmer have started capturing Vaalsark to try finding out how to use the Dragon blood themselves. We have to keep him a secret. We have to stop him before the Altmer find him. We'll leave him his strength, but we'll hurt his magicka regeneration and total magicka. We'll tell him we're trying to increase his magic resistance, and we'll do so, but not as much as we could. It must seem like a failed experiment." Mathias bared his teeth, though seemed calmer knowing that the Dwemer did it to save him.
"It worked. He's upset that his magicka is weakened, but he's glad that his magic resistance is much stronger. We hated to do this, there was a lot of potential, but we cannot hand our enemy the weapon to destroy us."
"It is the day of our Journey. Navezkhal is currently dealing with the Vaalsark, telling them what needs to be said before we leave. Mathias Valdaan, as he's called himself, was elected their King, their leader, "Va'Kaar" in their tongue. A fitting way for a Dragon-blood Vaalsark to end up, leading his kind. In the rare event that you're reading this, Mathias, know that we did what we did to save you. It was not out of malice, and the ones you should hate are the Altmer. To help you survive, we've carefully tuned your instincts over the past 25 years to suspect Altmer. Be aware that the Far-Seer has divined the Altmer to create a group in a distant future. Be wary of the Aldmeri Dominion. Be wary as they seek the destruction of Man and Beast, until it is only Mer who walk Nirn. We have no further mission for you, no wars to fight, but we trust you will follow your instincts. You will lead again."
"So the Dwemer... They... They intended me to follow this path. That I would listen to instincts. But no one could have foreseen my meeting with Magnus. The power hidden away... Now unleashed. But what path am I to take? My instincts say to kill the Thalmor, but that won't solve the problem. I can kill all the Thalmor I want in Skyrim, in Cyrodiil, in Hammerfell, in Elsweyr. To kill the Serpent, remove its head. I need to... I have to strike at the heart of the Dominion. One lone warrior against Summerset Isle won't get me far, but if I... If I rule Skyrim... If I unite the Empire-that-was-Shattered... I may have enough." Mathias spoke, being rather quiet, his voice showing a hint of fear.
"But I do not believe I can take on this task alone. A king may have subjects and an Emperor may rule over all, but first and foremost, I'm but a lone warrior. Before I can claim the throne of Skyrim's High King, I need the support of the people. The fastest way to stir up a rebellion would be to reinstate the worship of Talos, but I cannot do that through Ulfric Stormcloak. He is but one man with a ragtag group of rebels. No, I need to be sitting in the Emperor's pocket when I do this. I need to be part of the Empire to take over. Perhaps I should listen to my instincts, that any position can be taken by force in a time of great need. Titus Mede the Second made his decisions long ago. It is time for revenge." Mathias said softly, his eyes giving a hint of a glow as he realized something.
"The throne is mine by birthright! It was always handed through those with the 'dragon-blood' in them, those who were Dragonborn. I have Dragon's Blood in my veins, I am literally part dragon. I am Dragonborn, whether the only one of this era, I don't know, but I could lay claim to the throne by blood. Should Titus Mede refuse to step down, I take the throne with this!" he roared, suddenly drawing the soul-gem sword, reflecting violent purple and blue hues across the room.